In Loving Memory of Teresa Reyes
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It is with extreme sadness that within just two months, we’ve had to say goodbye to my father and now my mother.
Somewhere in my heart beneath all the grief and pain is a smile I still wear at the thought of you and Papa reunited again. My heart is breaking for you are no longer with me. The time has come for your soul’s sweet flight, and I must bid you this farewell. God called you back for His angel to watch me from above, to continue to guide me and know that I’m still loved. I feel you all around me, but nothing will ever be the same. When I think of your kind heart and all those loving years, my memories surround me and I can’t hold back the tears. Losing you has changed me, made me someone new.
Teresa Reyes was born to Eduardo and Cordelia on January 1949. She was the second eldest of thirteen siblings. She moved to New York in 1988, and lived in an apartment with my father in Elmhurst.
We didn't have a lot of money growing up. I've always known her selfless acts and sacrifices were to ensure I had a good and happy childhood. From the private catholic school, dance and piano lessons and other countless extracurricular activities she afforded me.
My mom is a fighter. She worked during the 9/11 attacks in lower Manhattan in 2001. On that dreadful day, she walked all the way to Queens along with other New Yorkers who were raising to get back home to their loved ones. In 2009, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and survived the disease. In December 2020 she contracted COVID, was intubated for ten days and fought her way out of the hospital into a nursing facility for rehabilitation. Not knowing for a month that her beloved "Irog" had passed on, she continued to fight to get better.
"Inay" as she is called by my kids means mother in Tagalog. She was the other half of a giving, nurturing, supporting and above all teacher to her grandbabies. I remember when she told me that the love for her two grandchildren, Nicholas and Mikayla were at a whole different level. She loved them unconditionally and unequivocally from the moment they were born. She couldn't be more proud of the persons that they are each shaping up to be.
As an adult she became my best friend, advisor and confidante. She was always the first person or my first phone call with anything and everything that was happening in my life. Even the ones she wasn't supposed to know, somehow she knew. Her greatest quality was to encourage me to make the best of everything and to face problems head on. Mama has always been my support, strength and comfort when times have been tough.
My mother's impact was great, even in loss. I don't know how I will cope without her --it leaves a massive hole in my life.
But I will draw strength from the things she taught me.
Mama, you will live in our memories and our hearts forever.
We kindly appreciate all prayers and contributions during this difficult time. All donations will go towards the cost of funeral arrangements.
Somewhere in my heart beneath all the grief and pain is a smile I still wear at the thought of you and Papa reunited again. My heart is breaking for you are no longer with me. The time has come for your soul’s sweet flight, and I must bid you this farewell. God called you back for His angel to watch me from above, to continue to guide me and know that I’m still loved. I feel you all around me, but nothing will ever be the same. When I think of your kind heart and all those loving years, my memories surround me and I can’t hold back the tears. Losing you has changed me, made me someone new.
Teresa Reyes was born to Eduardo and Cordelia on January 1949. She was the second eldest of thirteen siblings. She moved to New York in 1988, and lived in an apartment with my father in Elmhurst.
We didn't have a lot of money growing up. I've always known her selfless acts and sacrifices were to ensure I had a good and happy childhood. From the private catholic school, dance and piano lessons and other countless extracurricular activities she afforded me.
My mom is a fighter. She worked during the 9/11 attacks in lower Manhattan in 2001. On that dreadful day, she walked all the way to Queens along with other New Yorkers who were raising to get back home to their loved ones. In 2009, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and survived the disease. In December 2020 she contracted COVID, was intubated for ten days and fought her way out of the hospital into a nursing facility for rehabilitation. Not knowing for a month that her beloved "Irog" had passed on, she continued to fight to get better.
"Inay" as she is called by my kids means mother in Tagalog. She was the other half of a giving, nurturing, supporting and above all teacher to her grandbabies. I remember when she told me that the love for her two grandchildren, Nicholas and Mikayla were at a whole different level. She loved them unconditionally and unequivocally from the moment they were born. She couldn't be more proud of the persons that they are each shaping up to be.
As an adult she became my best friend, advisor and confidante. She was always the first person or my first phone call with anything and everything that was happening in my life. Even the ones she wasn't supposed to know, somehow she knew. Her greatest quality was to encourage me to make the best of everything and to face problems head on. Mama has always been my support, strength and comfort when times have been tough.
My mother's impact was great, even in loss. I don't know how I will cope without her --it leaves a massive hole in my life.
But I will draw strength from the things she taught me.
Mama, you will live in our memories and our hearts forever.
We kindly appreciate all prayers and contributions during this difficult time. All donations will go towards the cost of funeral arrangements.
Organizer
Dyan Perez
Organizer
Floral Park, NY